self explainitory
fat and docile, big and dumb
they so stupid, they aren't much fun...
cow's aren't fun.
they eat to grow, grow to die,
die to be et' at the hamburger fry...
cows well done.
nobody thunk it, nobody knew,
nobody imagined the great cow guru...
cows are one.
he hid in the forest, read books with great zeal,
he loved shaigravera, a revolutionary veal....
cow sai tung.
he spoke about justice, but nobody stirred,
he felt like an outcast, alone in the herd...
cow duldrums.
he mooed "we must fight! escape or we'll die!!"
cows gathered around 'cause the stakes were so high...
bad cow pun.
but then he was captured, stuffed into a crate,
loaded onto a truck where he rode to his fate...
cows are bummed.
he was a scrawny calf who looked rather woozey,
no one expected he'd be packing an oozy.
cows with guns.
they came with a needle to stick in his thigh,
he kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye...
cow well hung.
knocked over a tractor, ran for the door,
six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor...
run cows run.
he picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay....
"we are free roving bovines, we run free.... today"
we will fight for bovine freedom.
and hold our large heads high,
we will run free with the buffalo
or die!!!!
cows with guns.
they crashed the gate in the great stampede,
knocked over a milk truck, torched all the feed...
cows have fun.
sixty police cars, piled in a heap,
covered in cow pies, covered up deep...
much cow dung.
the black smoke rising, darkening the day,
twelve burning mcdonald's, have it your way...
we will fight for bovine freedom.
and hold our large heads high,
we will run free with the buffalo
or die!!!!
cows with guns.
the president said, "enough is enough
with these uppity cattle, it's time to get tough!"
cow dung flung.
the newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief
tomorrow at noon, they would all be ground beef...
cows on buns.
the cows were surrounded, they waited and prayed,
they mooed their last moos, chewed their last hay.
cows out-gunned.
the order was given to turn cows to whoppers.
enforced by the might of ten thousand coppers.
then on the horizon, surrounding the shoppers.
came the deafening roar of....
CHICKENS IN CHOPPERS!
we will fight for bovine freedom.
and hold our large heads high,
we will run free with the buffalo
or die!!!!
cows with guns!!!!!
they so stupid, they aren't much fun...
cow's aren't fun.
they eat to grow, grow to die,
die to be et' at the hamburger fry...
cows well done.
nobody thunk it, nobody knew,
nobody imagined the great cow guru...
cows are one.
he hid in the forest, read books with great zeal,
he loved shaigravera, a revolutionary veal....
cow sai tung.
he spoke about justice, but nobody stirred,
he felt like an outcast, alone in the herd...
cow duldrums.
he mooed "we must fight! escape or we'll die!!"
cows gathered around 'cause the stakes were so high...
bad cow pun.
but then he was captured, stuffed into a crate,
loaded onto a truck where he rode to his fate...
cows are bummed.
he was a scrawny calf who looked rather woozey,
no one expected he'd be packing an oozy.
cows with guns.
they came with a needle to stick in his thigh,
he kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye...
cow well hung.
knocked over a tractor, ran for the door,
six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor...
run cows run.
he picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay....
"we are free roving bovines, we run free.... today"
we will fight for bovine freedom.
and hold our large heads high,
we will run free with the buffalo
or die!!!!
cows with guns.
they crashed the gate in the great stampede,
knocked over a milk truck, torched all the feed...
cows have fun.
sixty police cars, piled in a heap,
covered in cow pies, covered up deep...
much cow dung.
the black smoke rising, darkening the day,
twelve burning mcdonald's, have it your way...
we will fight for bovine freedom.
and hold our large heads high,
we will run free with the buffalo
or die!!!!
cows with guns.
the president said, "enough is enough
with these uppity cattle, it's time to get tough!"
cow dung flung.
the newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief
tomorrow at noon, they would all be ground beef...
cows on buns.
the cows were surrounded, they waited and prayed,
they mooed their last moos, chewed their last hay.
cows out-gunned.
the order was given to turn cows to whoppers.
enforced by the might of ten thousand coppers.
then on the horizon, surrounding the shoppers.
came the deafening roar of....
CHICKENS IN CHOPPERS!
we will fight for bovine freedom.
and hold our large heads high,
we will run free with the buffalo
or die!!!!
cows with guns!!!!!